09-23-2013, 12:10 PM
Jensen need not turn to appreciate Katya's hesitation. His faith in their safety was quickly dwindling as well.
A frosty chill crept up and down his body which had little to do with the damp shirt clung to his back. He urged himself to flee, but that damn self-entitled sense of righteousness kept his feet glued in place. Katya swung her light to and fro, seeking the demon that Jensen knew had come to torment him while he stared into the abyss and sent a silent dare plunging to the depths of hell itself that the creature to come for him face to face and leave the girl alone.
No such thing occurred. Like the coward it was, it flit from shadow to shadow, taunting with just enough glimpse of its form to freeze a full grown man with fear.
Jensen's chest heaved with frustration. At himself for drawing it to him, but if he were the cause of such infestation of horrors, he would be the one to cleanse it. Casting out demons required one pure of thought and faithful in the Word to wield the name of Christ with the power due it. Unfortunately, Jensen's faith was far from what was needed, but the sword given him could protect his friends as easily as it slain his enemies.
Katya was frozen, shining her beam of light toward a black hole drawing in all the darkness around it. At the center twin jewels of green reflected the heat of its master itself. There was no more time for thought, only action. Damning himself a little further, Jensen drew deeply upon the same fire that spawned this creature and meant to turn it on its master. The hellish ecstasy writhed his body from within, and in one fell moment, he sprinted to Katya's side, "Look away!" he warned her and threw the flashlight in his hands at the thing with all the force his arms could muster. It hit something solid, lamp and glass shattered, and he unleashed what fire and light formed from his mind in that same moment. A brilliant white light popped a single, painful flash. So pure he winced and threw his face away from the epicenter lest he be blinded forever.
Moments later, he blinked away the sting from his eyes. The flash was gone, but the white ghosts of afterimage replayed the scene over and over on the inside of his eyelids. He thought he'd seen the creature: squat and dark, green eyes widened with shock before it fled.
Breathing heavily, as though having thrown a car across a parking lot, he scrubbed a hand through damp hair and searched the room for eyes. Illuminated only by the sole lamp of Katya's flashlight as his was now broken, thrown both as a weapon and as an excuse to perhaps explain away the strobe effect when the lamp shattered, there was little to see. Though, in their situation, nothing to see was exactly what he hoped for.
"You okay?" He confirmed her safety then followed through with them doing as she'd suggested earlier and get out of here. "Let's go before it comes back." He was confident the thing was gone for now, but the horrid truth about demons weighed his conscious with all the more guilt he carried around: they always come back.
A frosty chill crept up and down his body which had little to do with the damp shirt clung to his back. He urged himself to flee, but that damn self-entitled sense of righteousness kept his feet glued in place. Katya swung her light to and fro, seeking the demon that Jensen knew had come to torment him while he stared into the abyss and sent a silent dare plunging to the depths of hell itself that the creature to come for him face to face and leave the girl alone.
No such thing occurred. Like the coward it was, it flit from shadow to shadow, taunting with just enough glimpse of its form to freeze a full grown man with fear.
Jensen's chest heaved with frustration. At himself for drawing it to him, but if he were the cause of such infestation of horrors, he would be the one to cleanse it. Casting out demons required one pure of thought and faithful in the Word to wield the name of Christ with the power due it. Unfortunately, Jensen's faith was far from what was needed, but the sword given him could protect his friends as easily as it slain his enemies.
Katya was frozen, shining her beam of light toward a black hole drawing in all the darkness around it. At the center twin jewels of green reflected the heat of its master itself. There was no more time for thought, only action. Damning himself a little further, Jensen drew deeply upon the same fire that spawned this creature and meant to turn it on its master. The hellish ecstasy writhed his body from within, and in one fell moment, he sprinted to Katya's side, "Look away!" he warned her and threw the flashlight in his hands at the thing with all the force his arms could muster. It hit something solid, lamp and glass shattered, and he unleashed what fire and light formed from his mind in that same moment. A brilliant white light popped a single, painful flash. So pure he winced and threw his face away from the epicenter lest he be blinded forever.
Moments later, he blinked away the sting from his eyes. The flash was gone, but the white ghosts of afterimage replayed the scene over and over on the inside of his eyelids. He thought he'd seen the creature: squat and dark, green eyes widened with shock before it fled.
Breathing heavily, as though having thrown a car across a parking lot, he scrubbed a hand through damp hair and searched the room for eyes. Illuminated only by the sole lamp of Katya's flashlight as his was now broken, thrown both as a weapon and as an excuse to perhaps explain away the strobe effect when the lamp shattered, there was little to see. Though, in their situation, nothing to see was exactly what he hoped for.
"You okay?" He confirmed her safety then followed through with them doing as she'd suggested earlier and get out of here. "Let's go before it comes back." He was confident the thing was gone for now, but the horrid truth about demons weighed his conscious with all the more guilt he carried around: they always come back.